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Wild Weasel cut his teeth in the bus wars of South America and Africa during the last decade. Wild Weasel honed his trade flying for Cobra operations in every hemisphere in which the evil organization conducts its corrupt business. A mouth injury inflicted during a strafing run is rumored to be the cause of the characteristic sibilance in his speech pattern.
Much of the Cobra air-to-ground arsenal is state-of-the-art “fire and forget” weaponry that home in on engine heat or are directed by radar. These can be defeated by exhaust baffles and electronic jamming. The real test of a ground support pilot is whether he can deliver unguided weapons with accuracy. Wild Weasel has an unnerving eye for judging distance and speed, a steady hand on the joystick, and the nerve to keep his sights on the target while being shot at with both ground fire and heat-seeking missiles. His knowledge of close support aircraft ranges from jury-rigged civilian conversions to ultra state-of-the-art flying weapons platforms.
When the Cobra ground forces are engaged in battle against G.I. Joe troops, Wild Weasel swoops in to try and take out the enemy’s armored vehicles. When he’s in the cockpit of the Rattler, he makes the most of the plane’s capabilities for flying low and slow. When he’s in the cockpit of the
Night Adder, he goes looking for trouble just so he can open up the side guns and launch a mouthful of missiles at any G.I. Joe aircraft unlucky enough to fly into his airspace.
As wild and unpredictable as his code name, he’ll even buzz his own guys just to amuse himself. Wild Weasel is a total loner and has no friends, even among his fellow Cobra
troopers. He always tries to steer conversation around to “trajectory calculations” and “wind deflection,” which might be interesting to other people who drop things that go bang from fast moving aircraft, but is yawn-inducing to everyone else. He doesn’t realize that people shun him because he’s weird. He thinks they’re in awe of him.
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